Dear African Santa Claus, an eleven year old boy named Kaingu, in the slum of Malindi, told me that you exist.
That there is not only your fellow of the Cold World, with ivory cheeks reddened from the cold and brandy, white long beard, sleigh turbo and horned reindeer.
There is also a "mzee" with dreadlocks comes from Kilimanjaro (i guess is for this reason dresses like the other Santa Claus) and moves with a mkokoteni. Yes, precisely those carts with whom usually in Malindi carrying coal, wood or potatoes.
Two antelopes of Amboseli use to tow him.
In mkokoteni there can be so many gifts and is not rigged as the northern sled, which can fly and hurry back to the base to refuel.
For a long time the African children, they do not receive much of a present under the tree. In return, however, they have many trees.
I Kaingu and we do not expect any surprises this year either, because the balls here more than decorating trees, there the recount.
So we decided to write a letter to see if you can have gifts that are not seen with the naked eye and do not weigh, do not occupy space and can not be eaten, but would enhance the lives of many people in Malindi and surroundings.
We would both you and your employers, those who build shopping malls, shops, cribs, illuminations, which affix the images of games and gifts, and we sell them, not parents gave nothing to those who already have too many things.
We would like in Kenya who is so rich, it should not keep improving and start to spend a little 'money which has to pay doctors who treat people in public hospitals, teachers in their own way seek to increase the level the education of children.
Remain well millionaires, even if their money did not come from heaven, but ripuliscano by trash the streets, carrying rats, crows and many diseases, dig sewers and maybe, little by little, we take away from these mud huts and corrugated iron planning some mall Santas from na-less, and a little 'social housing in return.
Finally Santa African, if you can, instead of bringing something into the homes of those who think to be good, see if you can remove all the greatest evil that oppresses our country: corruption, we discouraged by even more misery.
We have never been afraid of poverty, we have always been accustomed to live with it, because in return we have always had the freedom, that is worth more than any money.
And, please, if you think you go from Malindi, a plate of steaming polenta with tomato and Sukuma wiki, for you is always there!